Trapped for centuries by a bitter curse, the serpent once a creature of the deep, half legend, half nightmare, lay frozen between worlds. The beast in control, and the man lays dormant. A woman of rare beauty and untamed grace, her touch broke the ancient spell like sunlight through storm clouds. The moment her fingers brushed his scaled skin, magic crackling as the curse breaks, and the man falls into her arms. Prince Elian looks up, "I've been forced to do my father's bidding for centuries."
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